Destined To Love You

If Meng Ting knew it was him, she would not come, but if she did, she would not be treated differently because it was him.

Jiang Ren said nothing, she thought about it, and took out the Chinese textbook for the first year of high school.

The first compulsory text is "Qinyuanchun Changsha". Meng Ting asked him: "Have you studied this?"

Jiang Ren glanced at it. There were a lot of notes in her book, and the notes of each sentence were written next to her. Their Chinese teacher was a dull middle-aged woman. He hadn't heard it in a class. Naturally, this word was unimpressed. But looking at Meng Ting's expectant eyes, it seemed that he should have learned it.

Regardless of what he has learned before, Jiang Ren nodded.

There was a little smile in her eyes: "Have you remembered that?"

There is no way to talk nonsense, Jiang Ren said: "No."

Meng Ting told him: "The college entrance examination Chinese textbook has a lot of points for memorizing poems. These are all sub-items and must not be lost."

She is very serious, her face is pink. Jiang Ren smiled: "Yeah."

Song Qinqin turned the paper beside him desperately.

She is dying.

This person hasn't read high school, right? The questions Jiang Ren could do with her second sister in junior high school could be wrong. Song Qinqin helped her glasses, hesitated to pull Meng listened: "Sister, come out."

Meng Ting went to the door with her.

Song Qinqin knew that this senior sister was a schoolgirl, and she looked more beautiful when she was close. She looked at it a few more times, and then said with a bitter face: "He has more than 20 points in math, and the correct multiple-choice questions are the last two."

Meng Ting: "..." She immediately understood what Song Qinqin meant. Most people are correct in the front of the multiple-choice questions, because the first is simple, and Jiang Ren is correct in the last two, definitely not because he can do it, but because he guessed it right.

If the first multiple-choice question is not possible, it proves to be a true zero foundation.

Meng Ting didn't know why, some wanted to laugh. She bit her lip, her face flushed: "He is the best student among poor students."

Song Qinqin agreed.

Song Qinqin said: "The appointments are all signed, I'll go back and study how to talk about it. Speaking Chinese today, you are all right, Senior Sister?"

Meng heard that it was okay, so Song Qinqin left. When I left, I also took away Jiang Ren's papers.

In the early summer night, there are occasional insects, and the weather is still unknown. It is not noisy, because the school has installed air-conditioning, and finally does not have to rely on old fans to cool off the heat.

Meng Ting sat down beside him while the air-conditioning sounded.

Around a table, sat him and her.

Jiang Ren was stunned.

He never thought that Meng Ting would sit with him. When she gets along with him, she always escapes mostly. Even if he knows that she has a gentle personality and loves to laugh, but because of his grumpy personality, she always says he is annoying.

They sit at the first table.

Since childhood, Jiang Ren has only sat at the same table with Hupengou friends. The boys play ball in the summer, which is dirty and smelly. And the girl beside him was fragrant and soft at the moment.

She doesn't hold any grudges, Jiang Ren discovered it a long time ago, even if she almost cried at the airport last time, she still looks warm and bright today. He quietly touched the crusted tooth marks on his arm and moved closer to her.

Meng Ting opened the textbook and pushed it between the two.

She has the experience of lecturing to children, and she often lecturing to the classmates, because it takes a night for self-study, which is the most comfortable. No need to look backwards.

Meng Ting asked him: "Today I will speak Chinese first. I will go home at the weekend to find a junior high school tutorial on mathematics and physics to help you lay the foundation, OK?"

She tilted her head to ask him, a seventeen-year-old girl with clean eyes.

Jiang Ren had never been so peaceful with her before, her tenderness was like water flowing through the bones, which made her feel numb.

Jiang Ren said blankly: "Okay."

Meng heard: "Then I will tell you the contents of the first two lessons. Please listen carefully. If you don't know words, just look at the phonetic transcription."

Jiang Ren's heart was pounding.

He liked her gentleness, but he had never been treated like this before. But she did not expect that she would be so serious and friendly when she agreed to tuition.

Meng Ting read "Qinyuanchun" to him, explaining as he read it.

Then there are two modern poems.

"Rain Lane", "Farewell to Cambridge".

The two are not love poems, they are better than the soft tone of love poems.

Her voice was sweet in the summer night, like Wu Nong's soft words——

"The golden willow by the river,

Is the bride in the sunset;

The bright shadows in the waves,

Ripples in my heart. "

Jiang Ren also felt that his heart was rippling.

"The green grass on the slime,

Greasy swagger under the water;

In the soft waves of the River Cam,

I am willing to be a water plant! "

He felt that a poem was beautiful for the first time. In the waves of her eyes, he was also drowning.

After Meng Ting finished reading, he said the meaning seriously. She spoke carefully, fearing that he would not understand, and slowed down her tone, but the young man beside her remained silent.

Meng Ting tilted his head and looked over.

The boy who was much taller than her, his eyes did not fall on her book.

The white school uniform was thin, and his dark eyes fell on her bulging chest. Because white can penetrate, school girls complained many times. When Meng Ting wears white, he always wears a white tube top inside, so that it does not show the outline of his inner clothes.

His distraction was too obvious, and his Adam's apple moved.

Meng Ting followed his gaze and bowed his head, where the tube top did not cover, under the thin clothes, the edge of the pink inner garment could be seen faintly.

Meng Ting: "...!"

The air was burning, and her face flushed and she stood up: "Jiang Ren! Where do you look!"

Jiang Ren: "..."

Shit, she finished reading so soon?

Jiang Ren didn't mean it, but she smelled good. He used to read the textbook, but she showed her arms that were tender and raw, as white as porcelain. It was a pair of piano hands with soft fingers.

He followed the look and saw her pure profile.

The silhouette of the light hit her cheeks, and her eyelashes were like crow feathers, hanging gently, cuddly.

Then it moved down, really couldn't help it.

He had only intended to glance at it, but the result was the same as being frozen. He repeatedly thought about her wearing a small shirt with a buckle in the style of the Republic of China, with a bulging chest, slender waist and insufficient grip. I can't hear anything, only her soft voice is in my ears, his throat is dry, and he wants to swallow.

Meng Ting died of anger: "Just forget it if you don't want to listen."

Jiang Ren blushed when he saw her, he smiled and coaxed: "Don't be angry, little teacher."

She was angry and cute, and her pink cheeks made people want to pinch.

Jiang Ren glanced at the podium, and there was a teaching stick with thick fingers on it.

Jiang Ren was afraid of her crying, and even more afraid of her leaving.

When he went to the podium to get the teaching stick, Meng Ting blushed shamefully and quickly pulled off the tube top, and it was done.

Jiang Ren took the teaching stick to her.

Then smiled and stretched out his hand: "I'm distracted in class, OK if you hit me."

Meng Ting held the teaching stick blankly and raised his eyes to look at him. He said, "Don't cry."

How can she like to cry so much? She pursed her lips: "You are too good, I can't teach you well." She wanted to collect things and leave, she gave him the topic seriously, and he looked at her! Just think about it.

Jiang Ren was a little bit dry: "I promise to be serious, don't go wrong?"

He was really afraid that she would leave, and relying on her height and long legs, he walked a few steps and closed the door.

When I turned around, I saw her horrified eyes.

It seemed that he had a criminal record, so she was afraid. He suppressed a smile and said solemnly: "Physical punishment is also acceptable."

Meng Ting was afraid of the gangster's death: "You are not allowed to come."

In his childhood, he watched cartoon eagle catching chicks, and those poor little chicks were fluffy and frightened with their little wings and fled around.

She leaned back against the table, her big eyes watery and back.

Jiang Ren took a leap and teased her deliberately: "Do you want to continue the lecture or do something else?"

She wanted to cry, and finally had nowhere to go: "Speak, lecture."

Jiang Ren laughed out loud.

Moe is dead.

He said: "Be good, don't be afraid. If you don't want to fight, I will punish myself, OK?"

The classroom was empty, and he removed a desk. Then under her wet eyes, do push-ups.

The teenagers are relaxed and standard.

He went to aristocratic elementary school when he was a child and got used to being punished.

The key is that this posture helps to dissipate heat. At a young age, there is a girl who is thinking about it. He was afraid of scaring her, and the movement of getting up just now missed her gaze.

He didn't know how many he had done, sweating, and looking up at her, she seemed to be not afraid at last.

A pair of brown eyes looked at him curiously.

He laughed: "Is it all right, little teacher?"

Meng Ting believed that he hadn't done anything wrong. She just counted silently in her heart. He did more than seventy.

However, it does not seem to be tired.

When she was in junior high school, a mischievous boy in her class was punished with push-ups, and ten of them turned pale on the ground.

Meng Ting said softly: "Why don't you go to the sports exam."

"..."

Jiang Ren was stupid and not serious, he had to learn how to suffer.

Jiang Ren smiled angrily. Oh shit.

He stood up from the ground, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, but his eyes were dark.

Meng Ting reacted. His family is rich, but he doesn't have to worry about college. If he can't pass the exam, he just has to go abroad. The key is that his attitude is very serious, so she can't help thinking about finding a path that suits him.

He tossed so much, Meng Ting lowered his eyes and looked at his watch, and it was almost finished school.

"You really study hard?"

"Well, don't believe it?"

Meng Ting did not believe it: "You have memorized the memorization texts in the Compulsory One and Compulsory Two textbooks, and I will tell you."

Jiang Ren didn't raise his eyelids: "How many?"

Meng Ting put two books in front of him: "Ten."

She wanted him to retire in case of difficulty, so it included classical Chinese such as "Lanting Collection Preface" and "Chibi Fu". Jiang Rennian is difficult, let alone memorizing.

Meng Ting was slightly annoyed.

She really didn't mind giving lectures to classmates, but he looked aggressively.

She's not stupid, don't think that she didn't see him in that place...supported. So obvious. When he came back from behind closed doors, it was hard to ignore.

She doesn't know how to scold people, and lacks words, so she can only scold this scumbag in her heart!

The boy leaned over, sweating. He glanced at the catalogue, chuckled, and laughed a little badly: "A lot, I deliberately embarrassed me?"

Meng heard: "You don't want to forget it."

"Yes, why not." Jiang Ren looked at the girl's bright eyes, "If I finish memorizing, you shouldn't give up on me so easily, okay?"

She nodded: "Okay." He couldn't finish memorizing it anyway.

A person who has never learned anything, recite the textbooks required to be recited in two books. With his irritable character, the book may be torn. If he doesn't study anymore, Meng Ting will tell the school that he won't need any extra scholarships.

Jiang Ren collected the two books and chuckled, "Wait for me, see you next week."